Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.